my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in new york Ya don't stop To my people down south Ya don't stop To my
my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don’t stop To my people in new york Ya don’t stop To my people down south Ya don’t stop To my
ll get capped Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn Fuck a bitch My money is way more
tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION [Mr. Mixx] 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme
- grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my
whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my
heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
clearly my troubles All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my
, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break
My faithful never fall For every main (?) Gaining fame, that?s the deal, entertaining y?all Never change or conform, we always rock ?n? roll I remember when we used to bust
runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you
runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme
Are you ready? Cuz I am every metaphor You are nearly ready for The media predator Cuz I'll bust in your session and kick my own raps, yes Grab the microphone
LaReece] Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x] [Intro: Krayzie Bone] [Repeat 2x] Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes [
like a fuckin grenade nigga Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all the guards (Woo!) Power to the people, givin people
s down directly to the ground Boyz II Men make the world go round Chorus 2X Verse Three: Busta Rhymes How ya feel? Party people, how ya feel? Let me
I'm gunna make it I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit I appreciate the heads, the